Sunday, 13 May 2018

Ain’t She Sweet

Alan
Cadman

A bottle of Coca-Cola with a paper straw

I loosen my collar; I’m going to be late. The city is heaving with
lunchtime traffic. Promising me a mind blowing experience, she’d asked me to
meet her in a converted cellar. I descend the narrow steps as fast as I can.
Hideous noises grow louder. It’s not what I expected.

As I enter, the place is
crammed with excited teenagers; condensation dripping down walls. All eyes are
focused on four young men. She squeezes my arm and assures me that, in the near
future, they will be world famous.